Scars

 I was marked early in life. Around two in Sopchoppy, Florida I was in the kitchen. An electric coffee pot with cord was boiling hot. I pulled on the cord and it spilled on my left shoulder, down my arm, across my left chest, with a splash mark or two. I was scalded. As was the treatment method in post Korea War, the scars were wrapped in bandages. This proved to make the scars worse with the rubbing. So I carried the scars which affected my personality. I always kept a shirt on to keep the comments from happening. To this day I am self-conscious.